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Chapter 3 (EDITED)

Willow's POV

"Are you seriously saying I can't just get my blanket I left in the barn?" I ask the lady at my house that no longer seems to be mine.

I'm trying to find Oliver but I have no idea who he is or was. The only place I could possibly find him that I know of is this barn. But he could've grown up along with all the other people too. Oh god, if he had he'd be like...87 years old or something. He could be living in some old person home. Ew.

I just need to find out something about this. I need to know why this happened to me, why I'm only 17 when I should be 87 years old. I'm so confused as to what's happening. Oliver has to know something.

"Nope, why do you want to be in my barn?" The lady answers me and begins to close the door. I sigh and let her go back into the house. Slowly, I wander away from the porch to the barn and try to think of something.

"Yes! It's perfect!" I whisper-scream and then run to the barn and begin doing exactly what I did that day.

But what was happening that day?

I put my basket down and put my hand around to unlock the gate to get out of the barn. That's when I realize something. The door is stuck, locked, and I can't fix it without my tools, which are in the house.

Wow, good job, Willow.

Yeah, I know no need to rub it in.

Oh you deserve it, you stupid little waste of space.

What?

Yeah, you're nothing but a waste of space. No brains or brawns in you.

A tear falls from my eyes.

"Hello, are you alright, miss?" A voice comes out of nowhere. I turn around to see the exact person I'm looking for. Oliver.

"Oliver," I say, then rub my eyes," I-uh, I'm okay. I'm just remembering things that don't matter right now."

I give him a fake smile for extra proof. I hope he believes the smile and forgets about that. And from the looks on his face, he does. Score for Willow.

"Willow. So, I see you've noticed what happened," he smiles with an evil latent meaning.

"Oh, yeah. You know anything about that?" I mutter, trying not to punch him. As I've always learned from my mother, "Violence is never the answer." But right now I think violence is indeed the answer.

"I did it, my dear, as you obviously can tell. I'd be an old bug if I didn't have any job in this."

"Oh really..." I say, cringing and grinding my teeth together malignantly in vexation. How dare he!

"Yes and you must be wondering why," he grins like he knows something I don't, which indeed he does. Though, I wish he didn't.

Hello captain obvious. How stupid does he think I am?

"Well, the reason. You are a horrible person. A bitch as the kids these days say. I couldn't let you have the life that was meant for me. You stole my life, you stole everything from me. My sister, my best friend. You even stole the lady who was to wed me with my love. You killed my mother. And you don't feel any remorse," he tells me.

"I never did any of that," I say to him for it's true. I'd never kill a single soul. I may have been a bit worse than I should have but that's doesn't mean I'd kill people, steal people for no reason.

"Oh but you did. I had to stop you before you did it though. It would all begin that next day, July 17th." Something flashes in his eyes but quickly leaves as a new emotion comes, anger. His eyes snap towards mine and he glares, a hard anger inside.

"Oliver-"

A laugh interrupts what I'm going to say.

"It's quite funny. Some people aren't as smart as they look," he chuckles loudly and walks slowly towards me.

"What do you mean?" I say, backing up as his steps get smaller and smaller until I'm against the barn wall, his body hovering over mine.

"My name's not Oliver exactly. Well, my middle name is," his mouth forms into a smirk.

Why would I care what his real name is? It's not like I know anyone with the middle name Oli-. Oh no, I do. Peter Oliver Quinn.

"What? You're lying!" I scream and smack his body away from me. I duck underneath his arm and shimmy out from the awkward position.

"Oh but I'm not, sis," his voice changes into a creepy voice that makes me shiver. My body stiffens and I try not to freak out.

"So, you really don't believe me?" He asks, rubbing my shoulder and then grabs my body so I face towards me.

"Fine, I'll prove it, bitch!" He yells and then pushes me down. I land on my butt, earning an intense pain right on my cheeks. Oliver or Peter, I'm not really sure, flicks his hands and my body flies back, smacking right into the wall.

"Ow."

"SHUT UP, I'M TRYING TO SHOW YOU!" He screams. But it seems so loud, inhuman even.

"Okay, now that you're paying attention," Oliver/Peter groans at me.

His body just seconds later becomes a gold color. Then brown, then his hair turns black. His body transforms a little shorter and finally, his clothes turn into a familiar outfit.

He really is Peter. How is this even possible? Peter isn't magical, he's just a regular, average old boy who can't even dance a single Waltz.

"Peter? Why did you do this to me?" I wonder, pain evident in my voice. I try not to show the pain, the lump in my throat.

The pain overwhelms me, though, and seeps through my veins and brain. Everything is green, red, all different colors, blurring out as my head and body feel numb.

I hear a faint voice, Peter's voice, "I don't and never did care for you. But when you wake up, you will have a new life away from my loved ones. I'm sure of it."

And then, I black out.

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Sorry it's short. It's a filler. Get ready for the next chapter. :)